Yesterday I saw an ad for Starbucks' Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate.
No, I didn't buy one (but only because it couldn't possibly taste as good as it sounded), but I fantasized about it for the rest of the day.
Faithful readers know I'm fascinated by the naming of things. I may make this a second career: Surely if you were good at it you could get a lucrative job naming new soft drinks and writing restaurant menus.
I'm also fascinated by really bad names. For instance, last night Gailor called me, almost hysterical because she had seen something in the CVS called Pasta Vision.
Worst. Name. Ever. ...
She could not get over the fact that anyone would buy a machine for $49.99 (or whatever it cost at the CVS) that just cooked pasta.
First of all, for Gailor to realize a kitchen gadget is an absurd idea it has to be REALLY absurd. I didn't know before last night she knew that to cook pasta you boil some water in a pot and then put the pasta in, which is basically what the Pasta Vision does.
Maybe after awhile there'll be a separate gadget for everything we cook: a pasta machine, a steak machine, a broccoli machine, all neatly lined up on our counters.
But I guess I'm getting away from the salted caramel hot chocolate. Maybe today if it keeps raining I'd better try one. I like the nutritional info: 550 calories, 24 grams of fat. And that's when it's not made with whole milk.